Indeed, Mr. Human Factor-- please fail me not.

Currently listening to: Andrew Bird - "Tables and Chairs"


Sometimes it seems as though implosion is imminent. Or explosion.

When you're really weary, mainly:
from lack of sleep, lack of love,
lack of patience, lack of kindness, lack of
hope.
It's incredible how many people reject the present only to destroy a better tomorrow; it's...
it's.

The atmosphere will be fine--
and the life
and the gift
and the understanding.





Because the truth is that there is no real lack, no sirree, not at all. If it's here now, there are ways to gently send it to nowhere land to destroy nobody else's disposition-- not that it's gotten anywhere near the point it wishes to be with me.